At dusk, I was stilling pushing the bike up the slope. Tired, hardly talkable loneliness, aching right knee. Bleak future, misspent youth, lost time. It was at such time when I feel myself most a loser.

This put me in mind of a night when I was in senior high school. Tired from physical exertion,[……]

Before I came back to this blog I thought a lot about setting up a new WordPress blog, and I did opt for a domain named wymemoir.cn. I had worried a bit about “cn” website, as it meant it’s a website under the management of China. I paid for the domain, though. It ‘s much cheaper than my present one[……]

I myself don’t even know why I lingered here, in my hometown, as a guest upon graduation. I lived in a street, just within few miles off Mom, yet without her knowledge. It’s 16:53 p.m. as I am typing over the keyboard in a dimly-lit Net cafe, spot that I had barely set foot on through my whole[……]

I used to blask music in the shower. One day as I did so, I felt a tooth shaked when a jet of water from the shower knocked into my rum. Shit. I was eating so much sweets. Few days later, I went straight into the go-in clinic that stood kitty-corner across the square. It was run by a bulgarian doc,[……]

These fragments of sentences came to me. Zuo Niao Shou San, to stampede leaving like birds and animals, I blurted out the phrase again. To me, it’s quite a hard-hitting parody of the forthcoming. But yo[……]

1718wy.com is a domain out of a distraught heart and out of keeping with the time. The string of the number in the name was made referring to the year of 2017 and 2018, which, at the outset taken as a starting point, now seems more like delimiting. Right, as the year of 2018 draws to its end, the do[……]

It had been cold even before you realized it. These days I was still struggling for the last pieces of shit of the thesis. I slept long and wore warm clothes and ate full——Quite a few kilograms of beef sent to me by mom filled me full at the dinner of these days. But internal emptiness persisted. No[……]

For a long time I’ve wanted to keep a diary. I tried throughout adolescence but always gave it up. I dreamed of being very frank, like Joe Orton, whose diaries I admired; I found them in the library when I was about fourteen. I read them half as literary interest and half as pornography, thrilled to[……]